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Monday, May 14, 2018

Nothing is so beautiful as spring -- When weeds, in wheels, shoot long and lovely and lush; Thrush's eggs look little low heavens, and thrush Through the echoing timber does so rinse and wring The ear, it strikes like lightnings to hear him sing; The glassy pear tree leaves and blooms, they brush The descending blue; that blue is all in a rush With richness; the racing lambs too have fair their fling.

- Gerard Manley Hopkins

I've been busy making Spring fairies as the weather has warmed and the flowers in my garden have begun to bloom.